Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.